Love seems to be impossible: if I love you, you are all, and I nothing. How could this nothing evaluate himself as an entity real enough to hope and be loved? What is this infinitesimal distance that separates bloom from doom? It is the metaphysical distance itself, that which depicts this somewhat faint gap between two things, none of which can exist next to the other, yet who allow them to be.
Love is, as the sea, infinite in-front. The carress is a stroll, where one tends to follow the infinite, to border it, so to speak. Loving is seeing the existence of the outside and from the outside. However, can there be a limit without a crossing? Doesn’t the most impossible crossing have any means of existence? Could we lose any hope of understanding the other one if we did not hope for it? Can the fact that a thing does not exist, or is proved impossible, be the certificate of birth or death of desire? Love then, is not this unreachable mountain top or this seaborne endlessness, it is the path of impossibility that leads straight to these very places. The impossibility of love is why desire leads and binds us to it.
My adoring should then annihilate me, as should any status of infinity from the other one. However, desire (an alias for utopia) saves me from nothingness, for it is always a desire for the impossible. It is that which gives me, along with the daring to love, this crazy hope for mutuality, for a reciprocal which would allow me to exist. Within love, two nonexistences thus become one existence : this impossible that fuels our existence.
(Traduit du français par Paul Aupetitgendre.)
I have always been fascinated by the view from that place beyond (or before) words. Then words appear as contours of silence and they are all full of magic. May our connection to the Mystery of Communication continue to join us – Thank you!
Don’t desire…just BE…and everything else will fall in to place…sometimes we as humans think too much…or crave the unimportant things to much and don’t enjoy the HERE and NOW
Two nonexistences, two points of reference which equate the zero of the span of infinite for each, can only know they exist when facing one another across the vastness of all possibility. Reaching, for to know other is to know self. The line created between them is the instant of creation of all other reality, all space, all time, while the waveform of being explodes into a universe. Longing to be one, yet knowing that to merge thus destroys all information, all essence, all existence. The two lovers, the line which binds them, an eternal elegant circle with no end, and they dance forever at the periphery of longing.
All foreground is absurdly similar: ineluctably.
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Greetings Jean-Paul. Concerning your writing and this post: First, it is obvious you are a prolific thinker and writer. I admit that I do not readily understand all you state in your essays (English wording, of course!), and am stretched to do so. Secondly, I am impressed as to how you lead the reader as though he or she were on a journey. The thing I don’t quite get about this post is the concept of love not existing, yet becoming something. I really enjoy the adjectives and verbs, but the concept is a bit strange to me. Very interesting, nevertheless!
beautiful words. They seem to be a good way to enter in contact to your universe.
I’m glad you like my blog. I find interesting your job too.
This was really cool… love as annihilation.. as the sea, a caress as the stroll.
It’s a awesome article… you read my blog ? je suis intriguée de le savoir, et de savoir ce que vous pensez de mes écrits… j’espère à bientôt. dorénavant je vous lirais en tout cas.
"However, desire (an alias for utopia) saves me from nothingness, for it is always a desire for the impossible. It is that which gives me, along with the daring to love, this crazy hope for mutuality, for a reciprocal which would allow me to exist."
I think it’s a wonderful thought, it’s so true that… it moves me to tears, really. Not kidding.
Ah, yes, you are very much a philosopher of life, of pensive contemplations…
Beautiful and well-written essay!
Thought provoking, flowing language, requiring more than one read.
You deserve a bit more than a blogger award, but I can offer this.
http://evaklaess.wordpress.com/2013/01/17/versatile-blogger-award/
Love will cease to pay much ink is the backbone of our existence
[traducteur bing]
Good Weekend to all
Je ne suis pas d’acord avec l’idée de l’amour comme anèantissement de celui qui aime. Mais je pense quand meme que aimer c’est se dedié à quelqu’un que nous ne pouvons pas comprendre (com + prendre, vu aussi comme prendre en soi) completement. ça signifie, à mon avis, que nous vivons ensemble à personnes dont la vision du monde nous reste caché. C’est à dire avec des étranges.
Je partage le point de vue d’elettralisboa.
Il m’apparaît que dans la relation amoureuse… chacun est toujours seul… en plein duo.
Autant se consacrer à "l’ici et maintenant" ainsi que le conseille plus haut "Philip Wardlow".
Merci à JP Galibert pour la réflexion qu’il a initiée ici.
I am so glad to see so many people thinking and saying such wonderful things… lets keep it all going and then everyone will catch on… yay!! I agree that sometimes we think too much, I know I do and then everything goes pear shaped! Feeling is best, thinking is only for the ego to function in the world, isn’t it?
That´s quite philosophical. I love how you define existence. I´ve never thought of it that way. But it´s quite sad, don´t you think, that you can only be if there is someone else to be with you.
Can anything really, as you put it, save us from nothingness? Thought provoking. Thanks for the post.
This brings back a memory.
Your words make One stop and reflect. Not just stop by and keep going. It is beautiful.
very good post and BLOG!!
Beautifully expressed.
Beautifully written and utterly true. You are very much a philosopher of life.
Very thought provoking and inspiring. I have a similar feeling surrounding the impossibility of loving and maintaining the freshness of the "outside of the outside", though i also feel that love is a singularising distinction for individuals as well as a synergy of two non-identities as it were if love is true.
I will write more about this, you’ve opened a box with this piece.
Wow!!!! this is an amazing scribe! You are so talented. I love this!
The essence of love … is like an exotic perfume. The waves of it should envelope you, not overwhelm and suffocate you.
I loved your post.
You have very philosophical blog, I like that
I believe that love and the self are one. The discovery of either is the realization of both. It appears that people don’t know who and what they are. So they haven’t discovered either yet. Hence they don’t exist in love. Of course times are changing and there is still hope. Hope that one day we will discover ourselves and live in love. Our die in ignorance. Of course there’s the choice. All we have to do is choose. What we experience in this Holographic multiverse will be reflected by our choice. The problem is that most live in fear and are afraid to make a choice. For the fear of being wrong. Never realizing that no choice is a choice. Therefore their reflected reality. Enjoyed your post. Love and Light the Doowans
merci … what can i say … love hurts ! but what would we all do without the experience ! good bad or ugly
Very thoughtful pieces you’ve posted here.
The greatest love I ever witnessed was that between my mother and father, who we memorialized yesterday. Thanks for stopping by my blog (thehenrychronicles.com) to read the reflections I shared at his funeral yesterday. I think their experience of love, which lasted 57 years until my mother was felled by cancer, was different than your characterization. Neither was annihilated by the other; theirs preserved their individual wills while creating an entity, a world in which they embraced each other, confronted the world, and defended their oneness. Your post reminds us of the importance of fiery love, which is, after all, how my mother’s and dad’s started. We should all be so lucky to find a transformative love that lasts.
Hmnn…love makes you all and me nothing… a poesy of love, perhaps but a bit idealized past human experience? To love is to desire, seems to me; leaving the core of human selfishness we share, intact. A ‘love’ without desire is another subject, I believe, held for the satisfaction of the holder’s need. Cogito, ergo I cannot forget that we are as well as men, animals too.
Wow your blog is such a pleasure to read
The way you write is beyond beautiful.
Your site makes me want to re-learn Francais…je parle un peu aujourd’hui!
Merci…
Interesting reflections. Reminds me a bit of Sartre with the being for itself and the being in itself dialectic. Written very well, look forward to reading more.
Nice site. : )
Keep up the existential eloquence!
Well said "Within love, two nonexistences thus become one existence".
thank you very much.
Interesting; love as giving up one’s self totally to an ‘other’ … one’s whole point of view not merely a temporary gaze per Sartre. It’s martyrdom (suicide?) in hopes of a resurrection via the gift of the other’s reciprocation.
So can an artist do love? Art is all about expressing–and keeping–a personal point of view, unless that artist is of the abstract expressionist or PoMo (money=art) sects. Perhaps, in a way. But an artist ‘love’ is mediated and generalized. Mediated by the object –objet d’art, objet a, whatever. And generalized; as any or all others will do, plus their reciprocation must not be in kind.
Well written.
You made me remember my t-shirt.Amo ergo sum,
http://www.zazzle.es/cogito_ergo_sum_amo_ergo_sum_t_shirt-235675045917115025
But at the same time ,I think storiesbyfrances dit :is right
" it´s quite sad, don´t you think,
that you can only be if there is someone else to be with you"
Tambien pienso que algunas veces las personas estan tan ocupadas
cultivando su enamoramiento,
que se olvidan de la persona amada.
So busy in loving you,i forget about you.